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RE: H O R S E - Colt - 07-12-2025
Colt would regret taking an unearned drink when Nova's next throw lands on the bullseye. If she hadn't considered the ice cheating before, she just might now, that or lady luck is just a bitch like usual. Her 'brows hit the roof and she chokes down the last bit of her sip as a sharp inhale draws in of its own accord, the heat of the liquor aerosolized in her lungs. She coughs through the burn, setting her drink down sharply as she croaks out, [say]"well slap my momma, Nova!"[/say] She blows out a steadying breath as she straightens up, knife in hand. [say]"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were sandbaggin' me."[/say] The accusation comes out playful, and the glance she flicks to Nova for a moment is all sly determination. Colt doesn't like losing either, but she'll put up a good fight before calling it quits. Something tells her she's already doomed though.
Seven throws later and two newly finished drinks, Colt's playful edge has turned a bit sharper with frustration. She slaps her knife on the table with the punctuation of her giving in, the empty glasses sitting there like monuments of her defeat. She hit the board a few times, but no bullseye, and it seemed the last few throws only got worse and worse as she missed the board entirely or hit hilt-first again, whether due to the sudden fuzzy warmth of all the quickly imbibed liquor or the haste to stop embarrassing herself, hard to say.
[say]"I concede,"[/say] she sighs, grabbing for the double that is earned with a skip, per the simple rules they laid down. [say]"Throw again, I'll see if I can match that one, this one's no good for me."[/say] She winces through the bite of the shot, wiping the back of her hand over her lips as she sets the glass upside down on the table. [say]"That's G for you, GLITTER for me."[/say]
3/4
Nova: G
Colt: GLITTER
RE: H O R S E - Nova - 07-13-2025
Colt says a lot of things that don't make sense to Nova, but she finds the reaction flattering, nonetheless. She lets out a giggle, setting her glass down with a small clink as she spins to face the rancher. [say]"Nope! Just really good at magic!"[/say] There's a twinkle of pride in her eyes that dares anyone to say otherwise as she summons the ice blade back to her hands.
Then the next seven rounds go in a blur, and Nova almost feels bad for crushing Colt in their game. Almost. It doesn't stop her from showing off one last time, twisting the frozen dagger in her hands as she bounces from her seat at the mention of her turn. As she passes Colt's seat, she showers her in a small flurry of glitter that appears out of no where. [say]"Glitter for you!"[/say]
Okay. So she might have been drinking along with the rancher, but she can still throw - if that's what we're calling it.
Nova sways a little as she stands, tongue coming out again as she giggles from the warping rainbow before her eyes. Luckily, she just needs to direct the ice dagger into the space, although as her magic pushes it forward, the blade dips and twists unnaturally before landing at the uppermost portion of the board with surprising softness as Nova gives her bow and steps away for Colt to take her turn.
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RE: H O R S E - Colt - 07-13-2025
The glitter might as well have been a cheek pat for the way it decorates her bruised ego. She squints against the dusting of it, tilting her head to her shoulder to keep it from her face, but otherwise she knows better than to resist, rather thinks she deserves it even. As Nova passes though, she glances down at the clothes she'll likely have to burn now in order to keep her home glitter free.
Colt watches with no lack of dismay as Nova manages to hit the board again. Not dead center this time, thankfully, but still something to match. She grins as Nova's bow, her competitive spirit not complete drained. There's still a whole horse between her and loss.
The concentration it takes to hold the knife and align the throw before letting it sail is a sobering event, but her poor knife skills and the quick amount of drink in a short time fight against the focus. She sticks her tongue out, just like Nova, and tries to hit the same mark as the ice five times without success. It gets close a time or two, hitting the board, frustratingly closer to the bullseye than the new mark this time. Still, not enough to keep her from losing, and Colt gives a resigned sigh as she finishes off her last drink while taking the E.
[say]"I think I'll stick to my arrows,"[/say] she says with a frown as she smacks her knife down on the table. [say]"Or get a new knife."[/say] Maybe there was something to what Nova accused earlier. She mostly uses it for cutting twine and leather, maybe she needs a proper set of throwing knives if she's going to avoid this sort of situation again. [say]"That's GLITTER HORSE for me,"[/say] she admits with a rueful smile, [say]"Congrats blade master."[/say] She leans aggressively in the seat, fighting the tilt of the world. [say]"Think it's time for water now."[/say]
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Nova: G
Colt: GLITTER HORSE - loser
RE: H O R S E - Nova - 07-13-2025
If Colt's going to keep seeing her brother, she'll have to get used to glitter, but for now, Nova's blissfully unaware of the sacrilegious burning to be done later and she watches from her comfortable seat as the rancher fails over and over and over again to match her throw. She continues to sip on her own 'Snap and Grab', feeling pleasantly disoriented in a world of sparkles and rainbow dartboards.
When victory is finally hers, Nova jumps up with a flourish of colorful fabric and glittering giggles that have her swaying. [say]"I can make you a knife when my magic starts behaving."[/say] Because it's not that she needs practice (forever banish that thought); it's her magic that needs to do the work. [say]"I can only make small things right now, but I'll make you something really pretty one of these days!"[/say] A promise that she might forget about in her buzzed state, but that she'd still be more than willing to fulfill when reminded.
Although the room spins a little as she gives a little bow, Nova still grins bright and blinding. [say]"Okay! I think a few other people are waiting for drinks too! Wait here!"[/say] Then she darts off to gather them both some water and make some very questionably strong drinks for the patient customers at the bar (not that they were complaining).
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